The fishers woman story
The fishers woman story
January 17, 2015
the woman who fishes colour.

The fisherwoman lifts longbeards boat out of the water

the woman who fishes
the fisherwoman in ballpoint

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The giant carefully lifted the boat out of the water on her strong and weather-worn hands. And peeked at the tiny pirateman. Then she said “I am the fisherwoman”…………Langnek looked at her quizzically.
Her voice sounded like that of the other beings, so unearthly in its beauty that no music of ours could reproduce it.
Her voice sounded like a silver bell.
Her voice sounded like her sister’s
Her voice sounded like music.
Her voice sounded like a million tiny chirps joined together.
Her voice sounded like an oracle in a screeching incantation.
Her voice sounded like the wind on a spring morning.

the fisherwoman in fineliner

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How loud it swelled now!.”Do you want to hear my story?” she asked “I have no objections.” “Then let me warn you,” went on Fisher woman, “that if you do hear it, you will be so fascinated by it that I am sure you will want to cast your lot in with mine, and aid me to get my rights, and solve the mystery. And I also want to warn you that if you do, there is a certain amount of danger connected with it.” “I’m used to danger, Living with it so long and so closely I’ve lost my sense of it; you know it’s there, but you’re indifferent, and you cease even, as of old, to have to whistle in the dark. Considering what the danger is,”

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